JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Cheating Sister

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Finding out he is been cheating with your sister for over a year already.

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After reading her text message, a cold, wicked smile crept across my face. Tonight, I'm going to confront her, the girl who had the nerve to cheat with my boyfriend. My own sister.

While I was working overtime at the company to build our future, those two were making out in our bed.

Disgusting.

I can't believe they've been doing this behind my back for nearly a year. I've been blind. I thought I was building something real with Jimin, but now it all makes sense, why Yejun was suddenly so eager to hang out when she first met him. It was never about bonding with me. It was to see him.

A filthy snake.

I should've broken up with him the moment the red flags started piling up, but I was too naive. Too in love.

Not anymore.

I wasted too many tears for that man. No more.

Our parents always warned me about Yejun. They could see her true colors even when I tried to defend her. She acted like the queen of the house, sneaking out to party, ignoring every rule. Even after our parents passed, nothing changed. She's still the same selfish brat.

And Jimin? He played his part too well. Pretending to love me. Pretending to care. But even his mask couldn't hide the truth forever. I saw it, the way he looked at her, the fake smile he'd give me, the guilty eyes.

I'm not stupid.

And tonight, I'm going to hear those words I've been waiting for.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I cheated on you."

That's all I want to hear. Just admit it, and I'll finally walk away.

I texted him first, and then my sister.

When I heard the front door open, I knew it was Jimin. Right on time.

"You said you were throwing a small party," he said, looking around. "Where are the decorations? The guests?"

I stood up from the couch, hands in my jeans pockets, my smile unreadable. "They're just running late. And honestly, there's no need for decorations."

He sat down casually, clearly clueless. "I skipped practice with the guys for this," he said.

"You've always been into parties," I replied with a tight smile.

Right on cue, the door opened again.

"Y/N, sis!" Yejun greeted me cheerfully, throwing her arms around me in a fake hug. I didn't return it. I could already see the shock settling into Jimin's face.

"Oh, Jimin? You're here too?" she said innocently, approaching him with that same smile she used to lure him in. He smiled back.

He never smiled like that at me.

"Y/N, you said this was a small party... but where is everyone?" Yejun asked, glancing around.

"They're late," I said, turning toward the door. "But we can still have some fun. Follow me."

They did, like sheep to slaughter.

We walked in silence until we arrived at a quiet place they didn't recognize. That made it even better.

"Y/N... why are we in a cemetery?" Yejun asked hesitantly, looking around. "I didn't know there was one around here."

"We're here to visit Mom and Dad. Don't you miss them?" I stopped and turned, looking her in the eyes.

She froze.

Then I turned to Jimin. My voice cold, steady.

"How long have you been cheating on me, Jimin?"

He blinked. "Me? What are you talking about? You're the only person I love."

Lies. I could see it in his eyes.

"How about Yejun? I thought you loved her more than me. You've been sneaking around for a year. Don't bother denying it."

"Y/N, it's not what you think," Yejun stammered, clearly panicking now.

I just laughed. "Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

I turned around and walked away, leaving them stunned behind me.

"Y/N, wait!" Jimin shouted after me.

I didn't stop.

"Wait—look where you're standing!" I called over my shoulder with a smirk.

He looked down and froze.

Right between my parents' graves.

How fitting.

[ MORNING ]

I'm at the cemetery right now visiting my parents grave along with the two. I stared down at their grave with a sad face. "How does it feel down there.." I whispered, resting my head on the ground. My lips curled into a smile when I heard two faint voices, screaming.

cred to @/wattpadnightreader.

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